The year of transition begins. The year of a completely blank canvas is now on me. I am not panicked. I am not panicked. I am not panicked. (My therapist said if I repeat that phrase three times everything will be okay.)
20 I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. 21 For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. (Phil. 1:20-21) To reach that level ofContinue reading “The Surrendered Life”
With clenched jaw and tightened fists I simply can’t repeat, “I surrender” enough to actually surrender. If the goodness of God is to come into my life, it isn’t by my will. It’s not my “effort” in some way, meaning I will “get it done or else.” My “effort” is to willingly surrender my moments to theContinue reading “I can’t “will” my way to surrender”
God terrifies humans.
The particular reading guide I am using for Lent breaks down a reading of the early chapters of Romans. I really don’t like breaking down the first three chapters into “bite size” pieces because it really leads to bad small group discussions. If we stick with Romans 1, the inevitable discussion turns to sexual sin.Continue reading “Sexual Sin”
We don’t like to say it in so many words. After all, he might actually exist and if that were true… he wouldn’t like it if we told him his ways were messed up. So, we go with, “The Church is messed up. Christians are messed up. Religion is messed up.” Ezekiel 18 pulls noContinue reading “God is Messed Up”